On the Dark Side of the Moon

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on the dark side of the moon
where the sleeping rest their minds,
lies the land of hopes and dreams
there, eternity unwinds.

every soul who travels far,
to the dark side of the moon ~
seeks the council of the Wise,
listens to the ancient tune.

those who stay behind in shame
lost their purpose, lost their will;
on the dark side of the moon
wisdom reigns and time stands still.

when you seek the truth in dreams,
hope to find your answers soon;
go, explore and make a wish
on the dark side of the moon.

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A Quatern, slightly altered (only seven syllables per line and i cheated a bit with the refrain), because I enjoy them so much… And yes, I know it’s a Pink Floyd Album… 😉

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photo credits: examiner.com

Frost’s Curse

what to do
to drown the turmoil,
the palpable tension
clouding,
crowding the mind?
what to do
to keep from spinning,
to keep from turning,
to feel
sleep’s soothing touch?

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

your words hold
such delicate beauty ~
but i must say
tonight,
they are a curse.
sorry, Robert.

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… the quote is the last stanza of Robert Frost’s wonderful poem ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening‘.

Desiring Only Sleep

dawn
hard on your heels,
pressing breath upon your neck.
illuminated digits
make no sense –
but spread urgency
nonetheless.
the more you stare,
the more it will deny
its presence.

another sleepless night…
wheels turning,
craving the obvious.